Sorry everybody for the really really late update . . . I sorta got side tracked with a billion other stories that I just keep writing . . . and I hand write them all out so transferring them to the computer is so tedious and annoying . . . I so gotta get a smart pen.

Any way, please enjoy and let me know you think, reviews are always welcome.

What Happened To You?

Jack strolled out into the Plass, his great coat trailing behind him. The sky was still dark and threatening but that didn't stop a few people braving a quick dash across the Plass. With determination reeking off of him, Jack marched up to Adeline and stopped in front of her.

'Two of spades: conflict.' She said totally ignoring Jack standing over her. 'Seven of spades: an ill omen. Ten of spades: violence. Knave of spades: a dark man, possibly troubled, one who does not like the questioner.' She slyly looked up at Jack, an annoying grin on her face. 'Hello Jackie.'

Jack didn't reply to her greeting, instead he looked down at her with mixed emotions on his face. Addie quite easily picked out annoyance, confusion and weariness, but the others were hard to decipher.

'What's wrong Jackie? You're not smiling.'

'You're what's wrong. You don't make any sense. How can you know so much Adeline?'

'Addie, please.'

'Fine. How do you know so much about everything?'

'I read Jackie. I've already told you that.' Addie looked out towards the bay, not wanting to look at Jack any longer.

'But you never said what.' Asked Jack.

Addie was silent as she continued to look out towards the bay.

'Addie what do you read?'

'I read everything Jackie.' She said turning to face him, her eyes filled with something Jack hadn't seen before – well at least not in her eyes. 'I read cards mostly, but also faces and anything else I can get my hands on. But lately I've been getting these . . . visions.'

'You get visions?' Jack asked incredulously, not sire whether to believe her or not.

'I know it's hard to believe, but with the things you've seen Jackie you've got to believe me. At least a tiny bit?'

They both stared into each other's eyes trying to figure the other out. Until finally, after a minute, Jack slowly nodded.

'Okay.' He said. 'I believe you. To an extent.'

'Good.' Addie grinned broadly, and, once again, tapped the spot next to her inviting the captain to sit.

He obliged, grinning also, and took the spot Addie offered. As Jack sat down he noticed Addie placing her cards inside an old, rusty tin box and then stashing the box inside her coat pocket. They sat there in silence looking about them until Jack had had enough of the cold, hard floor.

'You want to go grab a coffee? I can't promise it'll be as good as Ianto's.' He said into the silence, turning to face Addie.

'Sure. You paying?'

They both laughed and Jack jumped to his feet, then promptly turned to help Addie up.

He wondered if he should ask the others to follow with the CCTV network, but if he said anything now Addie would hear and the whole point was for her not to know. But she probably knew already, what with her "visions" and all. Besides his team should be smart enough to figure it out.

They would follow him, wouldn't they?

'Coming?' Addie called for a few passes in front, snapping Jack out of his thoughts.

She began to walk in to direction of a few cafés and Jack took this opportune moment to look up at the CCTV camera and nod once, hoping his team would get the message, before hurrying off to catch up with Addie.

They sat in a crowded café, each with a cup of hot coffee in their hands. Jack noted it would never meet Ianto's standards, but it was still pretty good coffee. He noticed that Addie was looking at him, almost waiting for him to say something. Jack took a sip of his coffee before he spoke.

'I just have one question . . .'

'Liar!' Addie snorted.

'Okay, fair call. I have a few questions, but we'll get to those. I'm sure everyone will want to aks the same questions.'

'How thoughtful of you Jackie.'

'Why?' Jack said after a short pause. 'Why us? Why now?'

Addie took a few sips of her coffee before she answered.

'Because . . . I was told to.' She said slowly, making sure not to look Jack in the eye.

'Addie what I meant is, why didn't you come to us before, when you first started to see these things happening?'

'Honestly, Jackie. You of all people should know the answer to that. Wibbly-Wobbly –'

'Timey-Whimey. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know.'

'Besides,' She added taking another sip, 'it's wasn't my place.'

'What do you mean it wasn't your place?' Jack said astonished knowing it was a pitiful attempt at an excuse.

'It wasn't my place!' Addie said slowly, looking straight at Jack. 'I might see what's happening but that doesn't mean I can interfere. You lot have to sort things out for yourselves. That's the way it has to be, and I can't do anything about it. The curse of being a seer.' Addie's voice had escalated, verging on hysterical.

'Okay, okay.' Jack said calming her down.

They each took another sip of their coffee, and Jack noticed that Addie wasn't looking at him, or anything else for that matter. She seemed edgy all of a sudden, like she was trying to flinch way from something. She took another sip of her coffee and Jack noticed, as she raised her cup to her mouth, her hand shook slightly.

'What happened to you Addie?' He asked, his voice soft and smooth but Addie jumped at the sound of it.

She swallowed a few times before speaking in a quiet voice that shook slightly.

'Something terrible Jackie, and it's my fault.'

She looked at Jack, her eyes glassy as if she was about to cry and a look of ut-most-pain that Jack hadn't seen in years. Then she turned to look out the window again.

'Umm . . . It was about four years ago by now. The was . . . well, for lack of a better word, a battle. A huge battle. It effected everyone.' She turned her head sharply to look straight into Jack's eyes. 'The Battle at Canary Wharf. I saw it. I saw everything. It was my first vision. At first I thought I'd gone mad, but then I just figured it was only a day dream. I didn't tell my mum, I didn't see a need to. The next day I kissed her goodbye, she went to work and I went to school, same as always. But she never came home that night . . . I guess not many people did that day. Mr. Jones is a very lucky man. He hid, but at such a cost. He had to watch them take his girlfriend away to be converted. Mr. Smith was even luckier.' Addie smiled to himself, her eyes distant and her face blank of anything other than the smile. 'Before then, I use to mess around with cards, crystal-balls, all that jazz. So when I had the vision . . . Mum never really liked me dabbling with the occult. "It'll be the death of you one of these days." she'd always say. But she was wrong.'

Jack had no idea what to say. What do you say in these situations? He know what to do with Ianto, but that didn't really apply here. She had seen the battle before it was played. That couldn't be good for one's head.

'I keep thinking,' she continued, sniffing and wiping the tears from her cheeks, 'that if I said something, anything, then maybe, just maybe . . .'

She trailed off staring, unseeing, out the window.

'I'm so, so sorry. I know how you feel, really I do.' Addie turned her tear stained face to Jack, and he was relieved to see that it was focused and not as troubled as before. 'But we can't change what happened, what has to happen.'

She nodded, wiping away the rest of the tears and draining the last dregs of her coffee.

'Shall we go?' Jack asked after a few seconds.

They were out of the café and back onto the busy streets in not time, walking in silence.

To on-lookers they looked like they had been plucked out of the time and then dumped in the 21st century. Addie more so than Jack with her shirt resembling that of a poet's from the 18th century.

'So . . .' She said after a while, looking up at Jack. 'Are you going to take me into the Hub?'

To Jack, Addie seemed and looked innocent enough, but he still had a nagging feeling that something wasn't quite right.

'Can I trust you?' He asked.

'Can I trust you, Jackie?'

Jack looked at her, her face strangely serious and expectant. He knew what she meant, but nowadays that really wasn't an issue.

'Yeah, I think you can. I think a couple a hundred years out weights two.

'Suppose you're right. Yeah you can trust me Jackie, but I don't expect everyone else to.'

They continued to walk on the direction of the Plass, but – much to Addie's disappointment – they walked straight past the water tower.

'Aren't we taking the "tourist" entrance?' She asked, a very cheek glint in her eyes.

Jack smiled to himself before turning to look at her.

But you're not a tourist, are you?

'Very true.'

They both laughed as they headed towards the tourist office. When they reached the door Addie looked up at the building as Jack unlocked the door.

'Now this is the entrance for tourists.'

Jack shook his head as he let her into the office, closing and locking the door behind them.